The Freelancers - Father | Текст песни

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Father you don't have to rise from the sky,
to notice how much I miss the fog

Father I don't have to drop from up high,
to know how much I want to come

Father mountains screech with such unholy smiles,
and greet God with this blissful blood

Father coffins are not something to deny,
If said so then why not rest a while

Rise from the sky, drop from up high,
such unholy smiles, something to deny

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